Caesar of the Primordial Beast World

Tonight, Eve was going to give her eldest son and eldest daughter the first hunting observation class, but it didn't take much effort to catch the eland. Ze threw fish one by one to the shore, and Eve sneaked to a place where she could pounce on it again. The sub-adult eland that she was eyeing hadn't noticed yet...

This kind of prey can't reflect Pads' hunting skills at all!

So the public hunting skills class became a leak detector (competitor) analysis class. The unlucky eland antelope Eve only ate a few bites at random, and then tore off three pieces of tender belly meat and threw them to the eldest son, eldest daughter and youngest son. After the little boy (Ban Ban) grinds his teeth to play, he is kicked to the bottom of the tree.

Vultures have a wider range of food during the day. After all, daytime is more conducive to them judging the movements of their own kind. A group of vultures can quickly gather in a place where they hover.

But at night, it doesn't mean that the vultures are inactive, it's just that they lack the guidance of the same kind, and they rely more on their sense of smell.

Eve's eland is also cared for by vultures, not as many as during the day, but it is enough for Eve to give lectures: "...Look, these guys' night vision ability is average, and their sense of smell is actually not weaker than that of jackals. Even jackals They all rely on the movements of the vultures to judge where there are cheap picks——

Oh, jackals have better night vision than vultures, and their bite ability is also good, at least they can peel off the skin of the corpse, vultures don't have this ability...

So if you want to hunt vultures, you can basically ignore their bite force, but pay attention to their claws. When they take off, they always have to kick the ground hard, and the force on their feet is not small. The weaker prey will be killed. To tear it apart directly, even if it can't be torn apart, if you really bring them down from a high altitude, that taste is enough...

And of course keep them from pecking your eyes, these winged guys are pretty nasty in that regard-

Oh, yes, they would also cross the river and tear down the bridge, attracting the jackal to tear the skin off the corpse, and then squeeze the jackal away or something, which they usually don't mind using on the weak Pads.

I hope you don't end up being bullied by vultures, but just in case, if ever, I suggest you be careful when tearing the fur of your prey, preferably while tearing off a piece for yourself Meat, this will at least ensure that when you are squeezed away, you will eat a piece of meat anyway...

Honey, don't underestimate a piece of meat, don't care how small that piece of meat is, sometimes you only need a small piece, and you can get through a crisis temporarily, and sometimes you only need to go through that crisis again, and you can grow into a head The truly powerful Pads, the vultures no longer dare to push you away easily..."

Primo excitedly patted the branch with his paw:

"Yes, you have to be patient. When you become stronger, drive away those guys who dare to come and grab food, and eat them all if they don't leave!"

Primo's stomach is still full. He just ate nearly half of the fish's meat, which is almost half as much as his own meat. It is still not half-digested by the big cat mother, even if it is only relatively good. The digested fish meat, which Banban obediently helped to beat into minced meat, was enough for him to walk a long way and still have his stomach rolling.

But not being hungry doesn't stop the food-protecting little leopard from loathing the diners under the tree——

Their food began to be caught by their mother. Although the process of hunting this half-big guy was almost a breeze, it should have been their family's meat!His flesh!

Not to mention that Eve also described to Primo a future where he may be taken advantage of by these guys after he has personally experienced hard hunting, which makes Primo very much hope that he can have the power to drive and kill these guys early.

He must eat all the guys who dare to compete with him!

However, Eve does not appreciate Primo's determination.

The big cat mother, who has always been very doting on her children, slapped Primo on the head mercilessly, causing him to roll out several times, and fell off the branch.

Banban was in a cold sweat watching from the sidelines. You must know that none of the diners below are easy to mess with. If Little Pads really fell, those guys would definitely dare to add a dish for themselves immediately, and neither would the big cat mother. completely deter them.

But the big cat mother was much more cautious than Ban Ban thought, since she dared to take action, of course she was sure that the eldest son would not really have an accident, and the big cat mother's tail was already prepared.

But Primo himself is very competitive. He didn't need Eve to swing his tail to wrap him up. He had already climbed another branch in time, and climbed back to his mother after a few times. He didn't hold any grudges, just doubts. Tilting his head, he let out a tender "owwow": "Mom, why did you hit me?"

Primo is much bigger than Caesar, but for a big cat mother, her offspring are all so cute.

Eve secretly covered her heart, she felt that she was about to be cut off by the eldest son!

But on the surface she is still very serious. When it comes to survival issues, the big cat mother will never give up: "Why do you drive away all the guys who snatch food, and eat all the ones who don't leave? You have to figure out one thing It's a matter, although the guys who snatch food are very annoying, but it is more important to eat the food into the stomach as soon as possible.

Vultures, hyenas, jackals...

Of course, every competitor is an annoying thing, but as long as it is not a critical moment of life or death, it is a very stupid thing to consume unnecessary power for fighting spirit and hunt prey that is not worthwhile. "

She looked at Primo seriously:

"Although we Pades are not as weak as Nonis, we will starve to death by ourselves after a few unsuccessful hunts, but how many times will we not, a dozen times, dozens of times?

Just now this little thing, a gray-eared fox that is not even an adult, can make you and Edith so embarrassed, isn't the lesson not enough?

Like before, if you consume too much on the gray-eared fox that you can't catch, which affects the speed and endurance of the next prey, and there is no Caesar and mother to provide you with food, what do you think you will end up with in the end? end?

Hunting, in addition to the skills of chasing and biting, is more important to measure whether the sacrifice and harvest of this hunt are worth it——

Just wasting stamina because of fighting spirit?So stupid dear. "

She paused, then spoke a little softer:

"Of course, males and females are not the same. Males have greater pressure to protect the security of the territory. Sometimes you do need to do some behaviors that seem to be unequal in consumption and harvest, to deter those bastards with malicious intentions... ..."

Even females sometimes fight hard for the sake of awe, and Eve doesn't want to completely obliterate the ambition of males, she just reminds Primo: "But it can't just be because of fighting spirit, it's not worth it!

More importantly, you must not think that just because you have easily killed a certain prey for a while, you think that that kind of prey is a useless guy who can be easily driven away, or killed if you can't drive away——

Your own physical fitness will change, and prey of the same species are not all of the same level, sometimes just a little negligence, the most useless gopher may kill a Pads..."

Eve is indeed a novice mother. She didn't even notice how old Primo was, so she taught him with the same attitude as she would treat a cub that could really start hunting observation lessons, and even taught him in more detail.

Primo half-understood what he heard, and maybe he would still suffer from his arrogance and carelessness in the future, but as long as he didn't fall once and never had a chance to get up again, probably, such a fall would be enough for him to recall his childhood. Mother's teaching!

Even if I can't remember the original words, I won't step into a pit again.

——If there is no Nishizawa, it is likely to be such a development.

But with Caesar...

That's right, I don't know when Caesar has had enough flying fish, and now he is sitting on another branch, listening to the big cat mother giving a lecture to Brother Cheap!

The Master Mozun's observation experience is...